It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.

It isn’t enough for your heart to break because everybody’s heart is broken now.

How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?

“You want me to act like we’ve never kissed, you want to forget; pretend we’ve never met , and I’ve tried and I’ve tried, but I haven’t yet… You walk by, and I fall to pieces.”

“Just so you know, there’s a space that only you can fill. Just so you know, I loved you then, I guess I always will.”

A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.